Rebirth: My college entrance exam score was stolen? I turned the tables and made a billion.

After saying that, Zhao Dagong turned around, his face beaming with smiles, and invited the person to follow him.

However, Chen Guohua raised his hand to block it.

"I'm not going to your factory manager's office."

Zhao Dagong was stunned, and his movements froze.

Chen Guohua continued.

"Let's find a more spacious place."

"Go and call over the factory's deputy director, workshop directors, and outstanding frontline worker representatives."

"Let's have a meeting."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dagong understood.

When a high-ranking official like the Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee comes to show his concern for the grassroots, he naturally has to meet with all the key personnel of the factory.

So he quickly nodded.

"Secretary Chen is right! We need to hold a meeting, we absolutely must!"

"but……"

Zhao Dagong rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly.

"Secretary, the factory hasn't received any decent work for a while, and we haven't received many guests either. As a result, the factory's meeting room has been empty and covered in a thick layer of dust, and we haven't had time to clean it."

How about this?

He pointed to the rows of red brick factory buildings inside the factory area.

"Would you like to come with me to the workshop first? I'll have someone prepare the meeting room right away."

After listening, Chen Guohua turned and glanced at Liu Guangming.

Liu Guangming nodded, indicating that he would follow the host's lead.

"Alright, Director Zhao, you can make the arrangements."

Chen Guohua agreed.

Zhao Dagong was immediately relieved and turned around to shout at the top of his lungs into the factory.

"Old Zhang, come here for a second."

"Quickly take a few quick-witted people and clean the large conference room on the second floor!"

"Fill the thermos with hot water and take out all the white porcelain teacups that have been stored away at the bottom of the box to wash them."

"Notify the deputy factory directors, workshop directors, and the veteran workers who are selected as model workers every year to gather in the conference room in ten minutes."

"Deputy Secretary Chen of the Municipal Party Committee is going to hold a large meeting for us!"

After making these arrangements, Zhao Dagong turned around, put on a warm smile again, and led the way.

"Secretary Chen, Director Wang, Boss Liu, this way please."

And so, the group walked along the main road of the factory area toward the workshop.

Along the way, Zhao Dagong deliberately slowed down, lagging behind Chen Guohua by half a body length, and walked alongside Liu Guangming.

He turned his head away and smiled in a low voice.

"Boss Liu, yesterday's flood really washed away the Dragon King Temple."

"It's my fault for being blind and not recognizing you as the true Buddha."

"Please don't hold a grudge against me, don't take it to heart."

Liu Guangming walked along the road, casually looking around at the factory buildings.

"Director Zhao, you're too kind."

"Given yesterday's situation, it's normal for you to lose your temper a bit when you were in such a hurry to find a way to make a living for all the workers in the factory."

"A good factory manager is one who can protect his workers."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dagong finally felt relieved.

It seems this young boss is indeed quite good, with a very generous heart.

Immediately, Zhao Dagong bent his back even lower.

Soon, the group arrived at the entrance of the first production workshop.

Before we even went inside, the rumbling of machinery could already be heard.

Then, a gust of air mixed with the smell of engine oil and cotton yarn was released.

Inside the workshop, workers in blue overalls moved back and forth in the aisles.

They checked the broken ends and replaced the spindles quickly and efficiently, sweating profusely, and no one noticed that several people had entered through the door.

Chen Guohua nodded repeatedly as he watched the bustling production scene.

"good."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dagong straightened his chest and spoke with a hint of pride.

"Secretary Chen, even though our factory was almost broke before, our workers still clean and maintain these machines every day!"

"Everyone treats these iron machines like their own children."

"As long as there's work to be done, the workers at the First Towel Factory will never slack off!"

Liu Guangming walked to a textile machine and stopped.

The machine is rapidly spitting out white, semi-finished towels.

He reached out and pinched one corner of the towel, rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, and then took a closer look at the texture of the cotton yarn.

"It's 21-count double-ply cotton yarn, and the density is also quite good."

"This level of quality used to sell for four or five yuan a piece back in Jiangnan!"

Liu Guangming looked up at Zhao Dagong.

"By the way, Director Zhao, are you producing this batch of goods according to the old-fashioned standards for thick towels used by the supply and marketing cooperatives?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dagong was startled once again.

He never expected that this young boss from the south could tell him the yarn count and manufacturing process just by touching it.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

This person is definitely an expert!

"Boss Liu has a good eye!"

Zhao Dagong quickly came over.

"These are indeed 21 double-stranded stocks."

"The machines are still fitted with the old molds. As soon as the workers returned to work, I asked them to use the stored materials to make a batch according to the old standards to practice."

"The quality is absolutely guaranteed; one piece can last for several years without breaking."

Liu Guangming let go, allowing the towel to be rolled away by the machine.

"Good quality is your source of confidence, but it was also your burden in the past."

"Consumers on the market today value patterns, lightness, softness, and attractive packaging."

"If a towel can last for years without tearing, your factory won't be able to sell a second one in years. No wonder you have excess inventory."

Zhao Dagong was speechless for a moment, his mouth slightly open, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Meanwhile, Director Wang listened from the side, secretly clapping his hands in delight.

This Mr. Liu is indeed a shrewd businessman.

To be honest, if it weren't for the triangular debt, these state-owned factory directors would all be incredibly arrogant, always thinking that their products were the best in the world, and that if they couldn't sell, it was all the market's fault.

Now that Boss Liu has pointed it out so accurately, there's not a single word left to refute him.

......

Ten minutes later.

The large conference room on the second floor of the office building.

The long conference table was wiped clean.

A row of gleaming white porcelain teacups, filled with steaming hot tea, sat on the table.

The conference room was already full, except for a few reserved seats.

Besides a few factory leaders and workshop directors, there were also about a dozen experienced workers wearing clean work clothes and model worker medals pinned to their chests.

Everyone was whispering among themselves, wondering what the municipal leaders had suddenly come to do.

When the meeting room door was pushed open, everyone fell silent instantly and stood up in unison.

Chen Guohua walked at the front and pressed his hands down.

"Sit down, everyone. Sit down."

"No formalities today, everyone can order whatever they like."

Chen Guohua walked to the head seat and sat down.

Liu Guangming and Director Wang took their seats on either side.

Zhao Dagong pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Chen Guohua.

When the workers saw that the leaders had all taken their seats, they also sat up straight, their eyes scanning back and forth between Chen Guohua and Liu Guangming.

They knew Chen Guohua, the deputy secretary of the municipal party committee; they had heard of him on television and radio.

But who is that young man sitting next to the leader?

Judging from this seating arrangement, it must be someone of considerable importance.

Chen Guohua picked up his teacup, blew on it to cool it down, took a sip, and then smiled at the worker representatives on both sides, saying...

"Everyone got their wages yesterday, do you feel much more at ease now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a model worker medal stood up excitedly.

"Secretary Chen, thank you to the Party, thank you to the Municipal Party Committee!"

"If it weren't for the city allocating that 300,000 yuan, we really don't know how we would have survived this winter!"

"Yes! Thank you to the city leaders!"

As soon as he spoke, the other workers echoed his sentiments.

Chen Guohua raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

He stopped smiling and his expression became serious.

"I accept your thanks to the Municipal Party Committee."

"The municipal party committee is indeed concerned about the employees of your No. 1 Towel Factory."

"However, I'm here today to discuss some serious matters with everyone."

Chen Guohua tapped his finger on the table.

"How long can this 300,000 yuan last after paying off debts and paying salaries?"

The moment those words were spoken, the conference room fell completely silent.

Zhao Dagong almost buried his head in his chest.

How long can it last?

What did he say?

Chen Guohua looked around, taking in everyone's reactions, before speaking again.

"So, comrades!"

"Getting the money is key, but actually selling the goods is the most important thing..."

"I'm here today to solve this problem for you!"